Even if I am tempted I won´t apologize to you.Those torn-out pages in my agenda are a few too many.I´ve started to count backwards and nowI´m almost halfway through, but I fear that I never will get to zero.So, now I say «oh, won't the sun rise over me».All I say is; «oh, won´t the sun...».Even if I am tempted, I won´t apologize to you.You´ve got some tender arms to enfold you and still you´re spiteful.My soul is far from redemption,I must submit to what i´ve done and it´s to late for me now to beg for mercy.In that moment when I die, long before my heart decides to,Will I be whiped-out, erased?No, you will never see me surrender,I´m gonna keep my head held high and I know now in whom I can trust; nobody.So, now I say; «oh, won´t the sun rise over me».All I say is; «oh, won´t the sun...»All i´m saying is; «oh, won´t the sun rise just for me».All i´m begging is... it got visual, didn´t it?It gets visible, well doesn´t it?It gets much too much, doesn´t it?And, so it has to end.